This past Sunday was Denver’s Race for the cure. I would love nothing more than to tell you that it was great, easy, and wonderful… wait, what am I saying? It was wonderful.
There were a few mishaps right from the start that caused my adrenaline to reach to unhealthy levels. It was probably just payback for all those mornings I made my dog sleep in rather than taking him out to pee. Oh well, that’s one action I’m willing to accept.
We ran the 5K, which in and of itself is no major accomplishment, unless you are my friend Stacey who ran the entire race with a pink wig on. I would have ripped it off screaming and itching my scalp about ten minutes in, so kuddos to Stacey. In case you’re wondering what that looks like:
Now try to imagine if a family of rats and guinea pigs spent a month digging around and nesting in her hair. That’s what it looked like the moment she took it off. I almost wet my pants laughing as she tried to smooth it down.
After racing we (the girls) spent the next hour collecting shwag from all the vendors supporting the race. Whether it was band aid packs, cheese, carpet cleaner spray or frisbees we left no freeby unattended. I think that the boys were about to mutiny and stab us with their key rings originally designed to help you examine your breasts. Sounds pleasant doesn’t it? In case your wondering who these jokers were that threatened us with their dull key rings, here’s a shot of the whole group:
Oh, and since Charlie couldn’t come he wanted to show his support by sporting a pink feather for the day.
P.S. A picture of me and my other friend Lindsey (yes I have more than one) appeared in the Denver Post… not the most flattering angle. Let’s just say I look “special”. But, hey, not everyone made it in the paper. So there’s a big pat on the back for me.